My Best Friend, My Hero and My Dad

If you can't already tell, I am a daddy's girl! I have been since the day I was born. He has been my hero and my best friend my entire life. 

My dad has a long racing history, as many of you know, but we will save that for another blog post! 

 I grew up around the infamous blue and orange 23s and traveling from dirt track to dirt track. I was seven years old when my dad retired from sprint car racing.He retired in victory lane at Fremont Speedway in the middle of Ohio Sprint Speedweek. 

Shortly after his retirement from racing we packed up and moved to North Carolina, where we have been for almost 15 years. I don't think is surprised anyone that Frank could not get out of racing. After all, racing is what he knows best. 

Frank started his career in NASCAR. He currently is still in NASCAR as a Sprint Cup crew chief. He has worked with many different drivers and teams over the years. Drivers like Marcos Ambrose, Bobby Labonte and Robby Gordon to name a few. 

Even though I am off at college, my dad and I have still remained extremely close. We call each other multiple times a day. He is constantly texting me asking how his grand dog is doing, Oliver is definitely a pop-pop's boy. 

Like most racing families, we bond over racing. Every chance I get I am at the track with my dad, dirt or asphalt. This past year I went to the Daytona 500 for the first time and Talladega for my 21st birthday. They easily were two of the greatest racing weekends I have ever experienced, from what I can remember. 

As much as we love NASCAR there is nothing like dirt racing to the Kerr family. Our schedules keep us extremely busy which enables us from going to more dirt races. We finally got a chance to go to World Finals this year in Charlotte. I know dad had a blast visiting everyone and reminiscing on the good ol' days of racing. Anyone could look at him and tell that he was dying to get back into a sprint car. Who knows, maybe soon he will.